Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Tears to Drink ❯ Bitter Tears to Drink ( One-Shot )

Bitter Tears to Drink by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and the characters of Rurouni Kenshin are not of my creation. They belong to their respective owners. I have in no way made any profit off Rurouni Kenshin other than to create a fictional tale.

Warning: This story contains graphic behavior: angst, rape, blood play, obscene language, bondage, character abuse, alcohol abuse, and Yaoi. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: This short and graphic story was a request made by Psama. She requested that the following suggestions be used in the story:

*in a forest

*Just injure him

*make him slightly immobile

*I want kenshin to at least see the aftermath

*Saitou gets away with it

*Sano is confused and undecisive about it

*****

"I think you've had enough," the owner said, his big bulging arms crossed over his chest, a scowl souring his features. "Its time to pay up now."

"Yeah, yeah. Just a minute. I haven't even properly digested yet."

"You're not planning to run out on me are you? Because if you are-"

"Run out on you?"

"-I will be forced to get the police!"

Sanosuke closed his eyes and leaned back against the bamboo-covered wall. When he sensed that the owner had not yet left, he opened one eye and said, "You might as well go get them then. I have nothing to pay you with. I'm sorry about that."

The owner grumbled under his breath and sent one of his younger workers to fetch the police. It didn't stop him from venting his rage on Sanosuke. "I can't believe that you would do this to me. I'm a hard working man you know. I have a family to feed!"

Sano, feeling pleasantly drunk and warm almost fell asleep under his tirade. His eyes fluttered open when he smelled the scent of rich smoke nearby. The scent did not come from the cook's fire. No. It was an altogether different smell. It was...very familiar and in a way, comforting to him. It filled him with an eagerness that he could not explain.

His eyes alighted on the tall figure standing just in front of the restaurant's owner. Keen eyes beneath a ridged brow scrutinized him while the chiseled face remained expressionless.

"'Jime," he whispered and swallowed as he found that his throat had suddenly gone dry. His hand reached for his sake and he took a good sip. It was just his luck that the wolf had appeared. His tab would be paid and Sanosuke would have an extra bottle of sake to enjoy -if the wolf was feeling generous. He knew how to get the wolf into that state of mind. He had to put on the old charm.

" 'Jime...have a drink, huh?" he slurred and raised a cup to the officer. He smiled when the larger man's fingers wrapped around his wrist and squeezed gently. "Why, 'Jime, I didn't think that you cared," he said and brought the cup to his mouth. Saitou took the cup away before his lips could touch the rim. He put Sanosuke's hands together and tied them at the wrists with a piece of rope.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

The dark haired policeman remained silent as he pulled Sanosuke off the floor and exited the restaurant. "Hey!" Sano exclaimed. He was led from the village like a cow on a rope. It was humiliating.

Little did he know that a friend of Kenshin had seen them leave the restaurant and was intent on telling the great warrior of his companion's plight.

*****

The road constantly moved from beneath his feet and Sano stumbled a couple of times.

"Saitou!" he wailed.

The stone-faced officer regarded him with contempt and grudgingly picked him up to sling him over his shoulder.

Sanosuke groaned and Saitou shifted him. "Don't throw up, rooster."

Ignoring the awful nickname that usually angered him, Sano let sleep claim him, figuring that Saitou would take him to a nice soft bed where he could sleep off the effects of the sake.

*****

He wakened hours later and grimaced as the glare of the sunlight that streamed through the treetops hurt his eyes.

"This isn't a jail cell."

"No."

He smelled the sharp tang of smoke and coughed as a small cloud of it was blown in his face. The scent used to be comforting to him, but now it was making him nauseous. He tried to move his arm to wave the scent away and found that he could not even lift it.

"What the..." He looked down and saw that he was bound with rope around a tree trunk. "What's going on here?"

"You were always slow." Saitou leaned against the tree opposite from him and continued to smoke.

"Come on, 'Jime. This joke has gone on long enough, huh. I'm hungry. Buy me breakfast and I won't bother you again."

"Do you realize how many times we have had this conversation?"

Sano stared blankly at him for a moment before he asked, "Does that mean that you won't buy me breakfast?"

Saitou dropped his cigarette and ground it out with the toe of his shoe. He approached Sanosuke and asked him in a near whisper. "Why do you do this? Do you get a kick out of having me run over to help you out all of the time?"

"You run do you?" Sanosuke laughed.

In the blink of an eye, Saitou roughly grasped his jaw and shoved his head back against the tree trunk. "I have more important things to do than support a drunkard and his habit."

"You don't-"

"Shut up. People are starting to suspect what's going on between us. I've let you off too many times. I can't do that anymore."

"Then don't," Sano said.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure that you'll never turn to me again." Saitou pulled the red band around Sanosuke's head down over his eyes and trailed his gloved fingers over Sano's chest.

"What do you mean? Why did you-?" His words were muffled as Saitou forced his mouth on to his. His tongue delved into his mouth, and Sano's cheeks warmed. He wanted to laugh. A fine pair we make, he thought, as he tasted the distinct flavor of tobacco in his mouth.

He fought against the ropes once more, wanting to touch Saitou. He moved his mouth instead, leaned into the kiss and moaned approvingly in his throat. Saitou abruptly pulled away, and cursed. "You're not supposed to enjoy it."

"Believe me, I'm not," Sano claimed.

Saitou started touching him again, raking his gloved fingers over Sanosuke's nipples, leaving welts in their wake. Sano hissed through his teeth.

"Take it easy, will yah?"

"No, I will not," Saitou replied and crouched before him. He took the younger male's flaccid cock into his mouth and sank his lips down to its base. Sano cried out. The birds in the trees above them were startled from their nests. Saitou pulled back, letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh. It was a very uncomfortable sensation for the thin male.

"Ow! Hell, what are you doing?"

Saitou applied some pressure with his teeth just beneath the head of his cock. If Sano could have arched his neck to scream, he would have, but the tree trunk prevented such an action and his voice ended up nearly deafening Saitou in its intensity.

Hajime released the wet, bruised organ from his lips. It fell wetly against Sanosuke's thigh. He gave it a hard squeeze then rose to his feet.

"That's better," he said.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He pulled off one of his gloves using his teeth, thrust three of his fingers past Sanosuke's lips, and lewdly moved them back and forth in his mouth. When they were liberally wet with his saliva, he pulled them free, hiked one of Sanosuke's legs over his hip and thrust his fingers into him. Sano clenched his teeth against the pain. The fingers tore into him, widening and twisting, stretching his insides. A fourth unlubricated finger was added and a sob escaped Sano of its own volition.

Whatever the officer's intent was, one thing had become painfully clear to Sano -Saitou intended to hurt him.

*****

Saitou cruelly wrenched his fingers from Sanosuske's body, spit in his palm and used it to lubricate his cock. He then grabbed Sano's legs, held them over his hips, and pressed his cock head into the tight pink bud.

"No..." Sanosuke protested in fear. "Damn it, no!"

"Shut up. You have no say in this," Saitou told him and rammed home.

Sano's scream tore through the forest just as harshly as Saitou's cock tore through his bowels. Every jarring movement scraped his back against the bark of the tree.

Sanosuke bit his lip to take his mind off the searing pain, but because he was blindfolded by his own headband, the sensations were increased almost a hundredfold. He gasped as Saitou's cock shifted and stroked deeper inside of him. His tender walls were being bruised as the older male ruthlessly hurt him the only way that he knew how. He burned inside on every upstroke. His insides felt as if they were being dragged out of his body with every down stroke. His belly would fill and fill with Hajime's massive cock until he believed that he would burst from it, only to have the wretched thing wrenched painfully from him repeatedly. He wished that he were drunk again so that he couldn't feel the pain -the humiliation of being taken in such a way by this man who he had thought he'd known so well.

Saitou Hajime had thought of taking the rooster too many times. Although he had intended to hurt him with the violent act, he'd longed to have Sanosuke feel some pleasure as well. Even if the younger male would hate him for it in the end. He reached between them and stroked Sano's member to life. He licked along Sano's jaw, and then scraped his teeth over his neck drawing blood. He was shocked by his own aggressive actions, and halted for a moment to stare at the crimson flow. He let his fingers smear the liquid, then changed his strokes, making them slow and shallow thrusts.

"Aaah!" The ropes burned into his flesh, his rear stung, and his cock throbbed. A tear soaked into the fabric of his headband and still the torment continued.

Precum slipped free of the tiny slit in his organ and trickled over Hajime's long fingers. The scent of his body's miniscule release filled Sano's nostrils. To him it was a sign that his body had betrayed him and the emotional pain seemed greater than the physical pain was for him.

The shaft that stabbed at him swelled and flexed. A shudder ran through him at the vile motions. Sano heard the man's grunt as he tensed in his moment of climax. The heat that wet his sore insides made him clench his teeth. He wished that Saitou would leave him be, but the officer had other ideas. He kept bumping the head of his still hard cock against a rather sensitive area within Sanosuke. Sano felt his head and chest grow heavy and then light as the area was manipulated. The sensations pulled and broadened until even his sore body tingled from the onslaught.

His own body had started to betray him and that in itself confused him. Saitou was hurting him, deliberately. Why should his body have such a greedy response to his assault? A whimper escaped his throat and the weight in his scrotum jumped as Saitou gave him another hearty tug. The air rushed from his lungs as the taller male increased the power behind his thrusts, stabbing deep into him then withdrawing to start his assault anew. Sano could feel the wet heat within him creating suction as his opening clung to Saitou's cock. He swallowed a moan when the blunt head that claimed him pounded into that knot of nerves. His back became numb to the scraping of the bark and the burning of the rope on his skin. There was no other sensation left for him to feel than that of the pillar of flesh that slammed into him. That pillar set a blaze of fire over his hidden knot of nerves and it soon traveled through his scrotum and straight to his blood filled cock.

Sano cried out as he had his orgasm, his voice echoing through out the forest. His seed sprayed on to their bellies and Saitou reached between them to rub the hot release into Sano's skin. His mouth neared Sano's but barely brushed his trembling lips. He leaned his forehead against Sano's and whispered, "I'm sorry. Hate me if you must, but know that I am sorry, little rooster."

He withdrew from him and Sano felt his hot seed slip from his body. Saitou shoved his wet flaccid member into his pants, hastily buttoned his shirt and left him there still tied to the tree.

*****

Kenshin found Sanosuke some time later. He had initially thought that Saitou and his friend had been trysting. It had been rumored that Sanosuke and the police officer had had a secret affair. Kenshin had not known what to make of the situation. Rumors were often lies brought on by gossip. What appeared to be fact might truly be false.

Ropes seemed like an item for brutal sex play. It had fit Sanosuke's coarse attitude and Saitou's masculine arrogance. But now, Kenshin did not know if what he had come upon had been voluntary or forced.

Kenshin pushed the red headband out of Sano's eyes and studied his blank expression. "Sano?"

The taller male just looked at him. His eyes saw straight through him. It was most disturbing, that it was.

Kenshin drew his sword, flipped the blade and cut him free with one slash. Saitou fell weakly against him. He held the blade away to prevent any injuries, then set the sword on the forest floor. Kenshin held his friend and searched his mind for what to say, but he could not find the right words to offer him comfort. He had never been through such a situation and felt useless. Most of his life he had never needed the right words, not when his sword had provided adequate conversation. The blade had been his life, his religion, his very soul. Now he saw that the very thing that had made him what he was had not prepared him for every obstacle that he would ever have to face.

"'Jime...I don't...understand," Sano muttered. "I don't understand."

Kenshin didn't understand it either. Why, had the man that had tolerated Sanosuke for so long, turn so cruel in a matter of hours? All Kenshin could do now was offer Sano a shoulder to cry on, but he had a feeling that his dark haired friend would fight his tears and pretend that nothing had happened.

*****